I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

boom--

boom--

Outside the big hole in the heart, the entire illusory dim yellow sea erupted with a loud roar.

The so-called underworld was originally formed by the remains of the god of death. At this moment, the former corpse felt that his soul had returned again, and it set off a huge wave like the collapse of mountains.

In the frozen coffin, a girl whose pupils had turned from dark purple to red gold was breathing slowly. Although she had a pretty face, her expression carried the majestic dignity of a god in the clouds overlooking all living beings, as if she were a king ruling the world.

The dim ocean ebbs and flows with the girl's breathing, and the waves surge.

It was as if... the whole world was celebrating the rebirth of this ancient god.

"For that revived divine consciousness, this marks the beginning of its rebirth, overlooking the entire world, and once again dominating the world."

"For Noah and the gravekeepers behind him, this is their perfect opportunity to peek into the Blazing Heaven's Threshold and the secrets of godhood."

"That's right..."

"This is a grand ceremony of ascension to the gods, a great undertaking that allows myths to be repeated here."

"In this unprecedented grand spectacle, everyone's attention was focused on the resurrected ancient god."

"How could anyone care about the feelings of a vessel that serves as a key, a consumable material, during the ceremony of ascension to the gods..."

"This is just a tiny speck of dust in the general trend of the times, a necessary sacrifice that no one knows about and no one cares about."

Rast's mumbling disappeared in the sound of the tide that covered the sky and no one could hear it.

Before his eyes, the overwhelming pressure in the amber ice coffin slowly expanded, turning into a vast majesty that surpassed everything and set off a storm.

And in the center of the storm—

Someone was chanting his name: "...Rast...Rast...Rast..."

The girl's cries were drowned in the wind and the tide, becoming weaker and weaker until they were inaudible.

……

"it's time."

"Activate the backup plan I arranged in advance, Rast."

Noah's indifferent words crossed the long distance and rang clearly in Rast's ears on the high platform.

"Imprison the revived Death Vessel."

"Then, use the blood exchange method to replace the divine blood flowing in this container with your own body."

"Then you will be the reborn god of death."

The voice fell.

And in front of Rast, an exquisite gem slowly materialized from the void.

Last understood that this was a backup plan arranged by Noah.

The legend of this gravekeeper does not seem to contain any unnecessary malice.

He really wanted to ascend to the throne of the new god of death, and then guide himself to join the gravekeepers.

And at this moment.

As long as he activated this gem, Noah's backup plan would be triggered.

And I will truly inherit the throne of the God of Death.

Or, to put it more simply.

From "he".

To "Him".

only--

Last's mind suddenly moved slightly.

next moment.

A slightly old book suddenly fell into Last's hands.

On the book, there is a painting of a young knight holding a silver sword and a witch lady shrouded in black mist.

Because it is too old, the cover of the fairy tale book still has mottled scratches.

This is a fairy tale book.

A fairy tale called "Silver Wing Chronicles".

It was also a gift that Axia had given to him personally on that cliff as a return gift for him re-copying a manuscript.

After being certified by the Night World, this "unfinished fairy tale book" has been elevated from an original book to a true heraldic ceremonial dress.

next moment.

Crackle, clackle——

There was clearly no movement, but the old fairy tale book suddenly began to turn pages without any wind.

Then, the paper stopped at the last page.

Those were the few blank pages that inexplicably appeared after the finale of "Silver Wings Chronicles" where the hero and heroine lived happily together.

This is also the origin of the name of the heraldic costume - "The Unfinished Fairy Tale Book".

Looking at the blank fairy tale book, Rast raised the gem and turned his wrist slightly.

stab-

A flash of cold light passed by, accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood.

He did not activate the gem, but used it as a knife and cut his wrist directly.

The vein ruptured and bright red blood splattered in the wind on the platform.

Let the pure white on the page be stained with the crimson of blood.

……

I can't tell whether it's real or fake in this dream.

The girl with ice-blue hair was curled up...

Although the icy wind and snow were hitting her delicate shoulders, chilling her to the bone, Akshia still tried to stretch out her thin arms, trying to protect the fire beneath her from the wind and snow.

That was the origin of Axia's soul, and also her last self that had not been eroded by the revived consciousness of the ancient gods.

This tiny flame carries all her memories with that black-haired, black-eyed boy...

I don't want to share it with anyone, I don't want to show it to anyone.

No matter who it is...be it God or fate, no one can take away the treasure that you are not qualified to covet.

That's when.

Axia felt a faint warm current slowly flowing out from her soul.

The blizzard quietly dissipated, along with the darkness that swallowed the light.

Instead, there is a ray of warm sunshine.

……

The splattered blood dripped onto the blank last page.

Then, inexplicably... the blood formed clear strokes and lines.

I began writing on this unfinished fairy tale book...

That is the story after the finale.

Chapter 154 So, you are the gravekeepers, and I am the shorekeeper (8k)

Blood splattered on the fairy tale book, outlining a winding bloody path on the white paper, but no one noticed it.

at the same time.

thump—

thump—

Amidst the howling of wind and tide, a dull sound was heard.

At first, the sound was extremely faint... just like a seed that had not yet sprouted, taking root deeply in the amber ice coffin.

But soon, the seed flourished in an instant, turning into a giant tree that blocked out the sun and sky, becoming more and more magnificent...

The roar of the wind and the tide gradually faded away.

All that remained was the roar that permeated the heaven and earth.

It was the heartbeat of some majestic creature.

The rhythm of the heartbeat echoed with the dim sea of ​​the entire underworld, gradually merging into one.

Every heartbeat is the rise and fall of the tide.

And when that mighty heartbeat reached its peak of grandeur and gestation—

It is the day when the gods break open the rotten coffin that has been sealed for thousands of years and return to the world.

However, it was at this time.

Suddenly, emerald green runes gradually lit up in the amber ice coffin, carrying a rich energy of life.

Then, the emerald green lines were slowly outlined.

It transformed into a complicated and gorgeous formation, covering the entire surface of the ice coffin.

This was the backup plan Noah had prepared in advance on the ice coffin.

Just like life and death are antonyms.

For the newly born god of death who has just been resurrected and has not yet regained the power of his heyday... the legend of the Sequence of Abundance is his biggest nemesis.

It is a green cage constructed by the energy of life and the power of abundance. It can also be understood as a kind of seal.

This is a prison large enough to imprison gods. The resurrected god of death cannot continue to survive and accumulate any power in it, but can only serve as an energy engine, having his power constantly extracted by this sealed prison for its own use.

A red-gold pupil suddenly shot out from the amber ice coffin, followed by a deafening roar.

The storm and fury swept across the entire underworld, and the entire illusory sea was covered with huge waves that covered the sky and the sun, causing the towering tower to tremble violently.

Inside the ice coffin, the majestic will was enraged.

He had just awakened from a long sleep of tens of thousands of years, and was about to look up at the sky and down at his feet... to open his eyes to see how this world, which would be ruled by him again after thousands of years, was different from the glorious Age of Gods of the past.

But then, he realized that at this moment, in this perfect vessel that was a mixture of human and god and flowing with his own blood, there was a hidden trick hidden in it.

There were actually despicable humans who set a trap in the container of His resurrection in advance.

He attempted to seal his reborn self, turning the majestic god into a prisoner without freedom.

The solemn majesty turned into a blazing rage...

The king's rage brought about a mighty storm, which was about to destroy the despicable human who wanted to enslave the gods.

however--

Amidst the raging tide of dim divine power, the emerald green sealing rune showed no signs of weakening.

The emerald green glow became even more intense, exuding rich vitality.

Death and life complement each other.

After the ultimate death and extinction, there is another cycle of rebirth...

Therefore, no matter how violent the power of the god of death is, it can never destroy the seal of abundance, and it may even become the nutrient that nourishes the cage.

Just as wildfires can never burn down the prairie, as long as the spring breeze blows, new seeds will sprout in the fertile ashes.

The roar of the ancient god continues.

But the trembling abyss and the roaring wind and thunder gradually subsided.

The emerald green sealing cage gradually condensed into a distinct entity around the ice coffin.